Your Character's Name: Rabies I peered inside my pocket sized, velvet satchel. Twenty-five left. I’d have to replenish my stash soon… After looking over my shoulders, I popped one, closing my eyes, eager for the euphoria. I scrunched my nose while chewing up the bitter, salty resin. I couldn’t help myself, with that all-too-familiar thunderous beat ringing in my ears. Only a few blocks left, I thought. It had been far too long since I found myself at a legitimately enjoyable club. I didn’t want us to steal the sound system, though; the excitement could not exist without a stereo, one of the only sanctuaries I had left.
Unfortunately, Raymond’s persistence in completing Mouser’s mission probably meant that we had to crash the party. Why did I like him again? The reason always escaped my mind. Mouser sent us from Seattle to meet Franz Draco, some sort of cult leader, in my opinion, who in turn asked a second mission of us: steal the Rave’s top of the line, man-made boom box. Apparently, no one had ever seen anything just like it before. Excited to hear it, feel it, live it, and not steal it, I journeyed on. I laughed at my peculiar position within my crew and skipped to catch up with everyone; minutes remained til we’d read our destination.
A warm wave rushed through my veins from my heart to my fingertips and down my legs to my toes. It nuzzled my brain like a loving bunny rabbit and I screamed with bliss. The Rundown hit just as the crowd absorbed us. Roen shot me a condescending glance. Nobody in my misfit clique agreed with my drug use. Roen was the only one who had any sort of influence over my intake. Not this time.
Roen and Raymond searched through their things and mumbled angrily to themselves. “Careful, these people are thieves,” warned Roen. I felt around myself to check for my things. “Fuck. Where’s my sidewalk chalk?” I complained, then I noticed Raymond staring at me with glossy eyes. “Give it a break, would you?” I spat at him. Great, we finally got to somewhere that I of all people want to go, and I lost some of my most spectacular raver gear. Thank the heavens it wasn’t my Rundown.
“Hey Rabies, wanna trade some of your pills for a few cigars?” asked Audra as we walked off into the crowd. I hadn’t enjoyed the sweet bite of nicotine in a while, fair trade I suppose. Finally, the beat was deafening, pairing itself with my very soul. It wasn’t too difficult to get going, and after I found my rhythm, I led Audra by the hand down to the mosh pit. I moved freely, thankful for the new raver gear from Draco, complete with a hot pink, pleated mini skirt, fishnet tights, lime green fluffies, black straps, candy bracelets, glow sticks, and a decorative black bra. Perfect. I was too wired to care about the cold. We frisked our way through the sweaty crowd until I spotted the true beauties I had been searching for. Shirtless, dirty, topped with a Mohawk, and the other with dreads; I beamed with joy. I eased my way next to them, locked eyes with the boy with dreads and let a sly smile paint my face. The pace slowed just long enough for a quick exchange of words. “Marcus…” I cooed, teasingly. “Hey Rabies,” he responded, sliding his arms around me. I glanced at Audra. She hadn’t heard me, or Marcus. Part of me wanted to let her in on my previous endeavors in Rivertown, but something held back my tongue. I saw her making moves on Jester, then dropping one of my pills into his drink. I would have stopped her if she slipped him anything harmful. Straight to the point, I thought. What motives did she have? Her ambition paralleled with Raymond’s. Had they been working together? Had he lied to me? I probably should have told her that I could get these guys to do whatever I wanted, but where’s the fun in that? I didn’t even want to complete our mission, so I let it go.
I felt like a puppet dancing in the strobe lights, everything was fragmented, slow, and then fast. Sweat teased the sides of my lips, reminiscent of the salty ecstasy running through my veins. I ran my hands down Marcus’ sides as he danced up behind me, then leaned over my shoulder and kissed him. Paradise teased at me from beneath his tongue. Hell’s silence soon followed. The strobe lights ceased, the music vanished, and all eyes faced the center of the dance floor. I considered seriously harming whoever interrupted my harmonious evening. Alas, my heart dropped when I saw Roen in the spotlight. I questioned my fragile relationship with my presently convenient friends. At the same time, what did he ever do? He always tried to bring us together as a group.
“Who’s that asshole?” asked Marcus. “No idea,” I responded with cold eyes. Roen chose the wrong time to show his strength, not here. This was my time to shine. His victim lay moaning by the support pole nearest the DJ’s platform.
“Let’s get some drinks,” I advised, leading Marcus, Audra, and Jester to the bar. My hands shook heavily from withdrawl.
I peered inside my pocket sized, velvet satchel. Twenty-five left. I’d have to replenish my stash soon… After looking over my shoulders, I popped one, closing my eyes, eager for the euphoria. I scrunched my nose while chewing up the bitter, salty resin. I couldn’t help myself, with that all-too-familiar thunderous beat ringing in my ears. Only a few blocks left, I thought. It had been far too long since I found myself at a legitimately enjoyable club. I didn’t want us to steal the sound system, though; the excitement could not exist without a stereo, one of the only sanctuaries I had left.
Unfortunately, Raymond’s persistence in completing Mouser’s mission probably meant that we had to crash the party. Why did I like him again? The reason always escaped my mind. Mouser sent us from Seattle to meet Franz Draco, some sort of cult leader, in my opinion, who in turn asked a second mission of us: steal the Rave’s top of the line, man-made boom box. Apparently, no one had ever seen anything just like it before. Excited to hear it, feel it, live it, and not steal it, I journeyed on. I laughed at my peculiar position within my crew and skipped to catch up with everyone; minutes remained til we’d read our destination.
A warm wave rushed through my veins from my heart to my fingertips and down my legs to my toes. It nuzzled my brain like a loving bunny rabbit and I screamed with bliss. The Rundown hit just as the crowd absorbed us. Roen shot me a condescending glance. Nobody in my misfit clique agreed with my drug use. Roen was the only one who had any sort of influence over my intake. Not this time.
Roen and Raymond searched through their things and mumbled angrily to themselves. “Careful, these people are thieves,” warned Roen. I felt around myself to check for my things. “Fuck. Where’s my sidewalk chalk?” I complained, then I noticed Raymond staring at me with glossy eyes. “Give it a break, would you?” I spat at him. Great, we finally got to somewhere that I of all people want to go, and I lost some of my most spectacular raver gear. Thank the heavens it wasn’t my Rundown.
“Hey Rabies, wanna trade some of your pills for a few cigars?” asked Audra as we walked off into the crowd. I hadn’t enjoyed the sweet bite of nicotine in a while, fair trade I suppose. Finally, the beat was deafening, pairing itself with my very soul. It wasn’t too difficult to get going, and after I found my rhythm, I led Audra by the hand down to the mosh pit. I moved freely, thankful for the new raver gear from Draco, complete with a hot pink, pleated mini skirt, fishnet tights, lime green fluffies, black straps, candy bracelets, glow sticks, and a decorative black bra. Perfect. I was too wired to care about the cold. We frisked our way through the sweaty crowd until I spotted the true beauties I had been searching for. Shirtless, dirty, topped with a Mohawk, and the other with dreads; I beamed with joy. I eased my way next to them, locked eyes with the boy with dreads and let a sly smile paint my face. The pace slowed just long enough for a quick exchange of words. “Marcus…” I cooed, teasingly. “Hey Rabies,” he responded, sliding his arms around me. I glanced at Audra. She hadn’t heard me, or Marcus. Part of me wanted to let her in on my previous endeavors in Rivertown, but something held back my tongue. I saw her making moves on Jester, then dropping one of my pills into his drink. I would have stopped her if she slipped him anything harmful. Straight to the point, I thought. What motives did she have? Her ambition paralleled with Raymond’s. Had they been working together? Had he lied to me? I probably should have told her that I could get these guys to do whatever I wanted, but where’s the fun in that? I didn’t even want to complete our mission, so I let it go.
I felt like a puppet dancing in the strobe lights, everything was fragmented, slow, and then fast. Sweat teased the sides of my lips, reminiscent of the salty ecstasy running through my veins. I ran my hands down Marcus’ sides as he danced up behind me, then leaned over my shoulder and kissed him. Paradise teased at me from beneath his tongue. Hell’s silence soon followed. The strobe lights ceased, the music vanished, and all eyes faced the center of the dance floor. I considered seriously harming whoever interrupted my harmonious evening. Alas, my heart dropped when I saw Roen in the spotlight. I questioned my fragile relationship with my presently convenient friends. At the same time, what did he ever do? He always tried to bring us together as a group.
“Who’s that asshole?” asked Marcus. “No idea,” I responded with cold eyes. Roen chose the wrong time to show his strength, not here. This was my time to shine. His victim lay moaning by the support pole nearest the DJ’s platform.
“Let’s get some drinks,” I advised, leading Marcus, Audra, and Jester to the bar. My hands shook heavily from withdrawl.